Story of The Ancient Demon King!

In one forest, there was a group of black scum solidified with light equipment.

Hiding in the shadows of trees and bushes, he was on a mission.

"... there you are.... look, the enemy is an insect-like monster, but don't be alarmed. Always starve, greedy."

The commander nodded silently at the direction of Kashu's elite unit.

The next thing I saw with a dirty gaze were orcs walking through the woods in groups.

With a rough, ugly, rocky face and a huge, intimidating green body.

Oak is often hated for its ugly appearance. It creates territory and habitat in various places, such as rocks, caves, and forests.

It is one of the monsters with many differences with human species and subraces.

But they have company. I have family and relatives.

It's an emotional creature.

"--Go."

With swords and bows in place, the elite with magic moved to play.

………

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"... hmm. You're taking a long time, like an oak."

In front of a man who utters insulting words, an orc is tied in chains and knelt many times.

"Fufu, fufu"

Surrounded by several oak carcasses.

Orcs were out hunting for herds of sluts and children.

For this captive orc, it was his brothers.

A raging play in no time. The troops are not sweating at all.

The orcs are powerful, they handle weapons, and they're supposed to be nasty monsters because they act in groups, but they don't seem to hang on their teeth.

"Do it."

On the instructions of the lieutenant, a man pulled out the sheath of his dagger and stripped the bloody blade out.

And then...

--Gwaaaaaaaaa!!

The monster's sad roar echoes through the forest.

The sharp oak shadow of the dagger is unnaturally transformed into a large and thick shape.

Your eyes are full of tears.

Gradually, pity turns to anger, and the chain is easily torn apart by a sudden rise in arms.

Before we can confirm that, Quadjaro's troops will begin to flee quickly to the route on Operation Street.

To lead them to a village and conduct combat experiments.

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A wagon carrying rattlesnakes, chronos and Renoir.

While watching the condition of the horse, Shannon, who was sweating because of the clear weather, is manipulating the rope.

"... Phew. I think we're almost there."

This time, the horse and Shannon were seen to be a little tired because they felt like flying.

"Are you okay? Rest somewhere?

Renoir peeks into his face from the roofed cargo bay as the trees on the left and right cross the path to the sun-blocking forest.

"I'm fine. You should see the village already, and I want to leave at once."

"... you're in a good mood. Hey, you were right about oneechan.

I'll admit it when it comes to bows.

It was clear from everyone's eyes that the reason why the second daughter behaved graciously was due to the boy's good ability to make a fixed bow.

"... Magre"

"Fufu, that's not true, is it? I can't fix it overnight with a magre or something."

The only woman in a bad mood, Lislit, said with a smile, but Renoir looked like she was smiling.

"Thank you, boy. By the way, could you tell me your name?

Ask the boy in the mask about the hood sitting quietly behind the wagon.

"Interest-"

"Next time you say you're not interested, I'll kick you down."

The three women who raised their eyebrows immediately gave advice and threatened.

"... I don't care."

"Kick Down"

Kurono tried to scratch his feet until the end to avoid losing his body, but Rizlit, who had no reason to know such circumstances, jumped in with a small body.

"Hey, hey."

"Mhhh...."

Speaking of children, Lurnore grabbed Lizlit's collar lightly and stopped.

Once upon a time, the power of destroying a stone tavern with bare hands with drunk applause was also used here.

"Sorry, boy."

"... just spread the word and bow."

Chrono returns it in a shrewd manner.

"If you want to sell it, be more affectionate."

"... the forger said. I can't trust a blacksmith with a good mouth. A truly good sword can be sold naturally to those who truly want it."

Krono tells the true lesson of a stubborn master to Rizlit, who remains grasped like a cat.

If you have time to mouth well to make up for the lack of skill, brush your arms and hit the iron... while nostalgizing the days when your mouth continued to be sour.

"Hee, I think I know something. It's a life-saving weapon. It may not have anything to do with the mouth. But what's your name... boy?

Chrono, in front of Renoir's gaze, somehow looked behind the carriage.

"Go to the village first. I'll catch up soon."

"Ah, hey!

Leaving nothing to say, he jumped out of the carriage with his feather-like lightness and started running back the way he came.

"... why are you back?"

He ran away.

"It wasn't like that... Maybe....."

It is not a menstrual phenomenon due to female embarrassment, and she loses her words.

After all, the question didn't clear up, and I saw a destination village just beyond the forest.

But....

"... Ah, Shannon. Hurry up. I hear screams and shouts."

"Yes, sir."

Use the rope to hurry the horse as quickly as possible, and Rizlit silently starts preparing Shannon's bow and his staff.

……

Renoir looks at the village ahead silently.

The male scream I heard earlier.

It was similar to that of an oak, but I definitely feel uncomfortable.

And the cause of the discomfort was found at the same time as I arrived in the center of the village.

"Ugh!?

An adult villager lightly dances in the sky.

The spear he had was broken to pieces, and his bones shattered.

"- Giaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The huge shadow in the center of the trembling villagers shook the earth in anger.

"... what is it? You're an orc? I've never seen anything like it...."

What was there was something that left behind the shadow of the orc.

Although it has an oak face, it is more than a circle larger than a typical individual, has scales all over its body, and the tail that shouldn't have grown halfway.

It was a half-formed monster that somehow fused something with an oak.

"Oh, the scale of the dragon..."

Lislit murmured against her ugliness.

"You've been hit. That's my client's monster, right? That man I love so much... even that forehead is so cheap."

Even as I drove off the carriage, I shook a thick, long, heavy baton and jumped out in front of the monster.

"You guys stay back. We'll take care of the rest. Will you stay as far away from me as possible?

Ah, ahn...

Even if you see a strange force that is not the ratio of oaks, you can still smile and hold the stick with momentum.

"Yikes! It's been a long time since it got hot!

The eldest daughter who meets the monster.

"Boo!!

Yoo-hoo!

A giant arm swinging down like an iron hammer receives it with a stick and passes through as it flows.

"That's it!!

Take the momentum and rotate with the stick to pay off the weight of the axle leg.

"Boo!?

The monster's head fell like a roll.

"--hhhhh!!

A more rigid blow destroys the forehead on a scale.

It cracks all the way down to the ground and shows the intensity of the impact.

……

"Phew... it's been a long time since I've been able to defeat you with one blow."

Stunning villagers.

The mighty monster I saw for the first time was instantly killed, as I said.

She watches a monster and a dark elf lying like a mountain without words.

Meanwhile, the sisters who knew her strength were evacuating the wounded around them without any worry.

He won't forgive me.

"You mean her? Sure, I want manpower."

Shannon and Rizlit are already in the post-battle atmosphere.

Renoir's defeat is out of their minds.

"... heh!?

In their ears, they heard the voice of the loose, wild Renoir.

At that time, the rumored Krono...

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Sorry ~

"No, in my countryside, there's a saying," Travel is mercy. "Help each other is important."

I was walking up the hill while pulling an old woman's truck instead.

I was almost there ~

"Hmm, I've seen it from afar, but Grandma wasn't able to climb this slope at all. I couldn't see it because I didn't move too slightly. Let's stop making a mysterious appearance, shall we?

Despite leaving behind 10% of the climb slope, she takes an old woman who describes herself a little bit more and goes to the village.

According to the old woman, a couple of sons and daughters live in the village ahead and are on their way to deliver vegetables.

"Grandma. There are monsters and bandits here, so it's dangerous to walk alone.

"I don't have a sore knee. You be careful, too."

"... yeah, I'll tell that son later. And don't worry, my knees will crush rocks and guns."

I decided to tell my son in the village ahead of me what I wanted to say to the old woman, who sometimes couldn't make the conversation, and I hurried ahead.

There are signs of disturbance coming from the village ahead.